Journal: March 11, 2009
When people ask me if I have any food allergies, my truthful response would be no. But that’s not entirely accurate because I do have a psychological allergy to onions.
Bulb/dry onions, scallions, chives, spring onions, red onions…basically any type of onion regardless of its name or form. I won’t eat them. I do cook with them but I will avoid eating them like the plague.
I will take them out, push them to the side or eat around them. I might eat them if they’re so overly cooked that I’m sure they’re dead but even then, I have to work up to it.
My sister never believed that I have that severe a reaction to onions. She took me to a Korean restaurant once and ordered a dish that had onions. Of course, she didn’t tell me and when the dish came, it didn’t look like there were onions in it. I became violently ill to my stomach the moment I put some in my mouth. I knew. Those dastardly onions were in there. They may have been hiding but they couldn’t fool me. Suffice it to say, my sister never tried that again.
The funny thing is that my mother also never liked onions and one of my aunts as well. I never knew about my mother because she does eat them now. It seems that she made herself get used to them. Why? I have no clue. You won’t catch me doing something that illogical.
Well, that's all for today.